Since I moved to Kansas, I find myself clicking my heels more and more. I have no ruby red slippers but the mantra is the same, “There’s no place like home. There no place like home.” The problem is that I have no idea where home is. This was made clear to me again when IContinue reading “There’s No Place Like Home”
Tag Archives: moving
Leaving the East Coast
Today I said goodbye to the Atlantic Ocean. I dip my toes in the cold water on this dreary day and hoped that I might get to come back soon. It was only last year that we moved to the East Coast. It was a return for me and Nigel knew it. He knew howContinue reading “Leaving the East Coast”
Before the Fireworks
It was in August of last year that my beloved called from Kuwait to ask if I would move across the country with him. Only a few hours later, after I grappled with all that it would mean to leave my church and follow my heart, I said yes. I would go with him. I wouldContinue reading “Before the Fireworks”
Cooking with Elsa 